CRICKETSPEAK

Distant in the auburn amber,
lingering in the longing laughter,
falling from fermented scope,
challenge churning caving cope,
whose vintage vantage merits kind,
the wanting waiver to unwind,
the hapless helpless quandry's quip,
quixotic of their quickened lip,
legatto stacatto lamenting few,
the morning after condensing dew,
the hapless hover in the light,
streaming dreaming from the night,
where overt covert drives the day,
amidst the bids to test the way,
and for our new and newest now,
We hinder hapless in the how,
of quasi Rumi echoed dumb,
in rut of replicative dreams,
it sometimes seems to some,
a poem's full of themes,
and from our path along the way,
we follow echoes to their cause,
and see ourselves unable say,
to challenge churning and to pause,
moments reflected in the wake,
of dreams that shatter for our sake,
and in the making of this dream
we practice there the primal scream,
that brought us to the merit's sway,
to yet another day,
where concourse takes its course.